Writing against the grain

I had a first line in my head,
went to write it but it had fled.
I looked at the sky
and wondered why
this poet’s still lounging in bed.

Get up and get out, I said.
Put something real in my head.
See life in the raw
then write what I saw,
an adventurous poem instead.

 for Elizabeth Crawford  whose story this morning reminded me of a song which Lisa Minelli belted out in Cabaret, “What good is sitting alone in your room….”

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17 Responses to Writing against the grain

  1. What a fun poem. You take a negative and turn it positive. 😉

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  2. pmwanken says:

    Love it, ViV! ❤

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  3. There are very few, maybe even no blogs whose comments I read, except yours dear Viv. What a great bunch of followers are here.

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  4. 1sojournal says:

    Been happening an awful lot lately. Wake up to a line, get up, walk to office, sit down and nothing. It’s gone. Maybe leave a notebook by my bed?


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  5. Sherry Marr says:

    I so love this!Especially the beginning which I relate to only too well. Smiles.

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  6. This happens to me so often…especially in the middle of the night. I awaken with a “brilliant” idea and “poof”, it’s gone in the morning.

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  7. Yes, often I must take the same self-advice. Sometimes I’m “lucky” and the insects visit me indoors…a tiny, ant, spider or weevil will sometimes enthuse the muse. 🙂

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  8. I love lingering in bed in the morning. Our room is on a second story, and the head of our bed looks out windows onto our bird feeder. It’s a lovely set up and hard to get up some days. Coffee and the hope of a poem. 😉 Hope your day brings you joy, Viv.

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  9. kim881 says:

    This happened to me the other night – I’m sleeping in the spare room because my coughing’s so bad and I forgot to take it with me! This poem’s like a limerick – love it!

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  10. katechiconi says:

    I so relate to the first two lines. I can forget what I got up for between the foot and the top of the stairs… Love the form of this poem too!

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  11. colonialist says:

    Infuriating when by the time one is able to commence writing, the idea has done a bunk. You know it was there, but not what it was. How does a mind work like that – remembering there was something to remember but forgetting the something? Better to forget there ever was such an inspiration!

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  12. Great, I know how the lines come at night and then forgotten!

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